Limitless

Zion vs. Thylane

CHAPTER 9: Zion vs. Thylane

Zion being himself and presenting his brain

I'm having a nice time competing with Ms. Santos, and it feels like I'm annoying the best student in the class. It was so nice to see her becoming frustrated despite the fact that she kept her face serene and as if she didn't care at all.

When I saw her go to the library, I immediately went to the basketball court. I needed to get some practice done before bothering her again. It's fantastic. It makes me happy.

“Dude!" When one of my teammates yelled out to me, I waved my hands and nodded onto him.

"I heard you're currently fighting or competing Santos, why is that?" he said, and I shook my head, this man seems to be really interested in my life recently.

“It is fun to annoy her at all, I am getting good grades while she was getting annoyed at me,” I said boasting my wins towards Santos.

"Dude, that's unfair," he said, "I want to annoy Ms. Santos too, but I don't have any brains, so now I'm giving you the baptism to annoy her even more." I wanted to hit him in the face as a joke. This guy is a real jerk.

"Why dude?" I asked him getting interested in his news. “Are you upset with her? " I inquired, and he simply laughed.

"I'm not mad at all; it just so happened that she punished me by making me late, such a harsh president!" He shook his head telling me her bad experience.

Santos is considered to be the stern president of this institution, and she will penalize you if you do not follow the rules. My teammate is overreacting since she is strict but not too so.

I went to the gym's locker area to look for my uniform; I needed to replace my formal uniform with my jersey shirts since I wanted to play. We did a warm-up after changing clothes, and our team captain is now with us; he is a little upset, and it appears that he is not in the mood. He always has a disgruntled expression on his face.

"What's the matter with our captain, dude?", a teammate inquired, and I simply shrugged my shoulders.

“I don’t know either,” I answered him and he just sighed. I wonder why our captain is grumpy, did something happen? Or they are having issues with the seniors.

“I can’t take this he is so strict right now,” he exclaimed and went back to the court.

The captain seems unusually irritable today, and I'm not sure what's up with him; he continues reprimanding our teammates for their motions. I'm tempted to bat in, but he's giving me a cold stare. He is somewhat mad at us, all of us.

"Captain, we should take a break; you appear tired?" I said, smiling, but he just looked at me and didn't say anything. At the moment, I'm feeling a little uneasy, his cold stare seems like lashing me out.

He hands me the ball and says, "You must be the one who is tired of learning so much," Fortunately, I notice it.

"Move," he said, and we followed his orders. Right now, I'm at a loss for how to deal with him. He appears to be enraged at someone, but who is it?

My teammate inquired, "Bro, why is Captain so enraged?" We are taking our break from a heavy practice a while ago and we are having a little chitchat with them.

"We're not sure, but there must be something bothering him we don’t know, del Fierro, do you have any captain gossip?" my other teammate asks which made me chuckle, my other teammate, hit him in his head for saying that.

"Stupid, When there’s a gossip it is me right away? No other man? Dude, I am not a gossiper at all!"

"Yes, you're a natural recruiter, eh?" my other teammate teased him “I mean a natural gossip master,” he added.

"Seriously, I have no idea," says by my other teammate. "Perhaps Zion knows." He added which made my eyebrows furrow. Now I am being part of their silliness.

"I'm not sure why it's like way; we're not that close," I told them.

Even though I'm meant to be his right hand, we don't talk much. Anyway, after some refreshments, I went to the comfort room to shower and change my clothing. After that, I'm all set to bother Ms. Santos once more. I am getting so amused again I want to see her annoyed face.

I went to the library to see if she was there, but she wasn't; I went to the student council office and she wasn't there either; I went to our classroom and she wasn't there either.

"Zion, you should go to the stage," a classmate said, and I did so without hesitation.

"How come?"

" I told her I had no idea what we were doing or where we were heading.

I feel excited when she says, "Stand for the argument."

I believe it's time for another debate over something intriguing. I'm not sure if Ms. Santos will be my foe. I'd like to double-check her facts.

“Ms. "Santos," I said over the mic, and she just gave me a blank stare.

"Okay, so what's your stance on premarital s*x?" the referee inquires; I'm not sure what to call her.

I like how she responds; she is completely opposed to it, as am I. I voiced my opinion on the subject.

"This is not a good idea." I began to give them more facts and truths based on studies of this and that, especially since kids like us had no idea how life goes," I began to give them more facts and truths based on studies of this and that. When I concluded my sentences, there was a burst of applause.

“That’s good that you both have the same stand anyways let us move on to another topic. Abortion,” oh one of my favorite topics, I do not know Santos stand here.

“Abortion will be wrong, and will never be right, it has seen that life is a gift,” she stated and added some articles and quotes making her argument strong. At some point, I can agree with her but I do not want to.

“Abortion will be right in some cases, it is a choice of the mother to let the kid live, if she is not yet ready then she can get away with it,” the debate became deeper and deeper and I think she is giving lots of theories again, she loves theories huh, well I can counter that using my facts.

She loves theories, and the topic seems to win utilizing facts and truths, as seen by the informal debate I won against her. But, well, it's a good time. I returned home cheerfully.

"Hello mum," I said, kissing her on the cheeks while she was at her table.

"Hello, love," she replied, her gaze remaining fixed on the paper she had been holding.

"You're such a busy parent, huh?" I mocked her, and she stroked her head as if she was stressed out.

“Why mom?” I asked her, seems like it is a case.

“I am so stressed with the incident in the other school, they want me to investigate it,” she said that made me think about which issue.

"Which problem is it, I mean issue is it, mom?" " I inquired as I approached her.

"It was about the suicide incident," she explained, "and they saw some fingerprints and concluded that it was not a real suicide, but a frame-up."

"How come did father doesn't look into it? He's an officer, right?" I asked her and added.

"Shouldn't that be Dad's work, not yours?" I inquired.

"Yeah, your father's handling this case, and I'm here as her attorney, I just don't get it that easy and criminal cases are hard and long to process, this is giving me a big headache," she grumbled.

"My parents had a knack for committing heinous acts!"I clapped for her, and she laughed at me.

“Mom I am serious here, it is not like that I am joking,” I said pretending to be sad by her action.

"Whatever Zion you choose, just study there and don't overwork yourself." I merely laughed at her when she remarked, "Save it for your adulthood."

I walked into my room and showered. I was already wishing for a nap. I've been too exhausted. I fall asleep immediately.

I woke up early this morning only to find Mom still sitting at her desk, sipping her coffee, as if she hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. She puts forth a lot of time and effort. She is really well engaged in whatever she does. I walked into the kitchen and prepared a breakfast for both myself and her. I went to her after I was finished and brought her the breakfast I had prepared.

"Thanks to you my Zion, I didn't realize it was already morning," she added, smiling.

"Mom, don't get too caught up in your work, you might get sick," I said, kissing her on the cheek before heading to the kitchen to eat my breakfast as well.

I am eating breakfast when I saw a post in our school platform, it is about the issue of the suicide incident from the other school. I do not know about it and I am not yet ready to look for it, it has been years since that happened and now the case have been open up plus my parents are the one handling it. It might be a hassle to both of them. Now this concludes why dad always got home late and went out early.

“Mom, did dad go home last night?” I asked my mom while searching for art materials in the library where she is right now.

“No love, she has been looking for the possible witness, and he is taking care for the guard of that school,” she said I just nodded, I don’t want to get too indulged in that crime.

I went to my room and took a bath while I am at the bathroom the image of the girl the photo a while ago keep on getting back in my mind. I don’t want it but she seems so familiar to me.

After taking a bath I went to my closet to get another pair of uniform after that I went straight to my perfume collections which are all given by my parents and aunts. They love giving me perfumes as a gift.

“Bye mom,” I waved my hands after mom sent me to school, she is been so busy at work but she still manages to send me to school.

What a perfect timing Zion is here, she is walking in the hallway. This is really a great morning.

“Santos,” I called her and she just gave me a bored look.

“How does it feel being defeated?” I asked about ruining her day but she did not pay attention to it.

“It is a defeat for you? Dude it is just a normal conversation,” she said and walk pass by me.

She won’t accept her defeat huh, sound pitiful, but at least I ruined her day. I went to our classroom and as my usual routine I will try to piss her off. And it looks like I am winning against her. I had more recitations that her.

“Hmm, I just noticed that in this class there will always be Zion vs. Thylane moments,” our teacher said and she laugh after getting so amused.

“Ma’am I think they are running for the first honor list, they are trying to defeat each other,” our classmates tease us and she doesn’t care.

“Anyways being competitive is good, but do not take it seriously, all right?” Our teacher reminded us and I nodded.

“It is not even a competition,” Thylane suddenly says that and everyone becomes silent.

“All right whatever you call this one guys, anyways review okay well be having oral recitations tomorrow and long quiz,” she said and get out of the room. Santos on the other hand went out to, I think she be going in the library.

“Dude, it is not even a competition,” Thompson teased me and when I am about to hit him he runs for his life immediately.

--